Blaze Cannot Escape Her Plushy Form

Black sparks stood out on the red fur. The glass eyes glow brighter. Beneath the caress of Lois Lane's fingertips, the small leathery sack swelled to the size of tennis balls. The petite prick inside of her pushed deeper inside of her, spreading her ass as it regained its former size and shape...for a minute, Lois feared that the demon would reverse the transformation, so she stared fiercely into the mirror and said:

"That's enough. You're my little fucktoy, aren't you?"

...and then the light died, the red fur seemed to wilt, and Lois Lane was left straddling a kind of plush teddy bear with a full-sized cock and balls attached to it.

The reporter grinned. Whatever magic the demon had, it had worked too well. A flicker in the glassy eyes, but no more. Lois smiled wider. The demon was cowed...or perhaps trapped. She didn't know which. The reporter rolled her hips, impaling her ass deeper. Having a full-size cock inside of her wasn't so bad. In fact, she could get used to that.

"You're mine now," Lois said, rocking back and forth. Her fingers found her clit and rubbed them. It amused the transformed reporter to think that the demon's intelligence was trapped helplessly in that immobile form. "I'm going to take you home. Use you to relieve my needs. Or maybe I'll just prop you up in the corner and watch as I bring others to my bed."

The plush succubus could not reply. It looked like a real cock. It felt like one. Hot and stiff inside of her. Yet the red humanoid form was completely limp, Lois Lane doing all the work. Like a genie in a bottle. Just the thought of having someone else watching her was a turn on, and Lois shuddered and moaned her way to a soft climax, ass squeezing that hard cock, fingers rubbing her clitty with fiendish glee.

When she was done, the reporter busied herself about getting dressed...and thought about how best to bring her new prize home. Carrying a plush toy around was one thing for a woman her age, but a plush toy with stiff cock and balls would arouse questions Lois Lane didn't want to answer. She decided, after a moment's consideration, to place her leather jacket on the captured demon; zipping it up would conceal the genitalia and make it easy enough to haul back to her apartment.

Which only left the question of what to do about the mirror.